Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?
Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.
The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not.
I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me…
